Don't bother looking for me at Falls Lake, 'cause I ain't there. See, during a Sweeps Month like May the photog time-space continuum gets all twisted. News crews used to churning out stories for the very next broadcast suddenly find themselves working on epics that may gestate for weeks. That's an awful lot of clock in TV News - where the passage of time is measured in ten second teases and every day comes with a half dozen deadlines. Me: I just show up and exceed expectations, which usually earns me little more than added expectations. That's no news flash, I know - but there was considerable static earlier when I got my Primary Plan. Holy Fuster-Cluck! Just when I thought I'd escaped the perils of election day, the News Gods sucked me back in! Oh well, I'll save you the particulars once I got visual proof. In the meantime, just envision me in my happy place - which is far, far away from any polling place. As for Falls Lake, I can't precisely why I was there - though I'm sure it will come back to me as soon as that nice smiley lady hands me a script. For now though, repeat after me: O-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M...
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